Wild-Man & The Righteous Perspective
I found the Mohawk Valley
singly Wild-Man! He participated in
staggering discovery (shoot-his-mouth-off)
Oil I have found
Cumbustion I have made!
whatever the Sun bleaches is History
ripening apples faceless Father!
white Sulfer speaks perpetually
thousand say single intelligence shit of the
Mohawk flying crow the burnt word the
Singing Name
but to say that there are
kindnesses! the horse is
leaping & there is a record of
the Motion Full Sun
receives & is turning black
the dream of perfection
what belongs?
what holds?
what takes us up here?
what is oil-mortal?
what is Natural
envelopment?
what is O explain!
brilliance under the
Sun. the limit
has left the last
cold
/breast rib stomach Sighing hurr/
icane
Woman where is Wild-man?
water unites earth
the created things
understanding
No Numbers!
begotten
cubes rustle Hear!
existence forever.